Three days later, at Beijing Railway Station.
With a snakeskin bag slung over his shoulder, Shen Xiaomin stared blankly at the throng of people before him. The luxurious buildings were unlike anything he had ever seen before, and everyone he passed was impeccably dressed. He lowered his head and silently tugged at his patched clothes.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Shen Xiaomin dialed the number. It rang for a few seconds before being answered, and a clear, soft voice came from the other end:
"Hello, I'm Yuan Jiang. How can I help you?"
That sound...
Shen Xiaomin's Adam's apple bobbed suddenly, and his ears felt like they had been electrocuted. He couldn't help but shudder. He took two deep breaths and tried to make his voice sound calm: "Hello, Miss Yuan, I am Shen Xiaomin, your beneficiary."
He paused, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "I don't know how to get there. Could you please come and pick me up?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Shen Xiaomin's heart was in her throat, and her heart was pounding wildly.
He didn't know what he was nervous about; was he afraid of being rejected by her?
The next second, Yuan Jiang's voice of agreement reached his ears:
"Okay, where are you?" She seemed to think for a moment before asking, "The train station?"
"Yes."
"I'll be there in about an hour and a half. You can find a restaurant to eat at first, and I'll pay." Yuan Jiang said before hanging up the phone.
Shen Xiaomin looked at the Nokia phone that had been hung up, a dark glint flashing in his bright black eyes. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of person Miss Yuan Jiang would be.
An hour and a half later, Yuan Jiang saw Shen Xiaomin in front of a convenience store.
Shen Xiaomin sat awkwardly at the entrance of the convenience store, with a bulging snakeskin bag at his feet. His skin was very fair, unlike that of ordinary farm workers. His skin was as white as translucent jade. His long hair covered his sharp and delicate eyebrows. There was a red mole on his high nose. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his jawline was beautiful and taut.
Even in clothes that were faded and patched up, his superior looks and physique were still undeniable.
Yuan Jiang narrowed her fox-like eyes. This world was the 21st century, and Shen Xiaomin was her ninth mission target.
The system assigned her the identity of a wealthy young lady from a prominent family in Beijing. Her mother died early, and her father, Yuan Xiangci, was gentle and refined, had an excellent business mind, and was morally upright. He had no women or illegitimate children outside the family.
Shen Xiaomin lowered his head, his calloused fingers constantly rubbing the Nokia phone. Sweat seeped from his fingertips and stuck to the phone, clearly reflecting his nervous and expectant face.
Bang, bang, bang
It's been an hour and a half, and Miss Yuan Jiang still hasn't arrived?
Suddenly, a pair of exquisite crystal shoes came into view, accompanied by a refreshing and pleasant fragrance.
Shen Xiaomin was stunned.
"Shen Xiaomin?" A soft, pleasant voice came from above.
Shen Xiaomin stiffly looked up, and what came into view was a beautiful and enchanting smiling face. The girl wore a light pink halter dress, and a pink gemstone necklace adorned her delicate and slender neck. Her features were three-dimensional and charming, her eyes were sparkling, and her thick, shiny long hair was draped over her slender back.
She was unbelievably beautiful.
"Shen Xiaomin, what's wrong?" Yuan Jiang tilted her head in confusion, leaned close to Shen Xiaomin, and looked at her curiously with her beautiful big eyes.
So close...
With a "boom," Shen Xiaomin's mind suddenly felt as if something had exploded. With a buzz, all the surrounding noise disappeared, and the surrounding scenery changed.
Before him stood only this noble and beautiful young woman, whose charming and soft voice transformed into strands of spider silk that tightly bound him, rendering him completely immobile.
His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to leap out of his chest and pounce on the girl in front of him.
“You, you are my benefactor…” he uttered with difficulty, his voice almost hoarse.
Yuan Jiang smiled, her red lips brushing against his ear as she breathed, "Yes, Shen Xiaomin."
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